Mann Ramblings

Sawyer didn't remember which local craft fair Maddie had acquired the handmade calendar. Engraved designs of forest and wolves topped the hardwood plaque filled with rows of changeable tiles marking the months and days. Frivolous and purely decorative, he'd all but ignored it during his teen years. Now with his new knowledge, it took on so much more meaning. The twenty-fifth had been replaced. Between the twenty-four and twenty-six sat a stylized pine tree topped with a star. Sawyer always used to look forward to December and the Christmas season. They were never a religious family,

me too!

Better than Jada going through what Sawyer did under the full moon.

well, I couldn't answer earlier and spoil it, now could I?

Next Wednesday will be here before any of us know it!

Nothing is as satisfying as Jimmy's jambalaya...

I've enjoyed writing this story so much and have to really thank the readers for all the feedback and comments. It's helped keep me on track on a regular weekly schedule I never imagined I could pull off.

This story is primarily about Jimmy and Sawyer. We may get to learn more about Maddie and Doris, but that would be for a later tale if I come up with one. (Never say never. I try to leave openings to jump off from in case I have an idea I can't walk away from.)

Sorry. Sawyer and Jimmy's story is coming to a close. We've been running weekly since last May and it's time to bring our boys to a good place.

thank you! I work really hard to answer the important questions in my stories, while leaving just enough open for a future story if a new idea comes to mind.

I think our new pack is on the right track.

Thanks! Cleaning up the threads is always a task. I need to make sure I tidy things up before we finish Sawyer and Jimmy's story.

I love writing strong, female characters that run the gamut of dangerous to clever.

Daylight breaking through the tree canopy teased Jimmy out of a solid sleep. Blinking, he forced out the grogginess as the world came into focus. The room was unfamiliar, but the man in Jimmy’s arms was not. Blankets up to his nose, Sawyer slept like the dead, not even registering Jimmy’s movements. He hadn’t recalled Sawyer dozing so soundly since the night of Irwin’s attack. Jimmy drew the covers down, exposing Sawyer’s shoulder. Pink and freshly healed, a bite scar left a neat ring in the meat of the muscle. The garish rows left behind by Irwin’s jaws had been wiped clean from Sawyer’s